As the deans of the four academies faced off against the captains of the four Sea Monster Ships in the sky.
In the Wedge-shaped Enclave, amid the green sea.
Zheng Qing had just blasted apart an iron-gray city wall piled from willow wood. Wood chips and broken branches fluttered down like snowflakes. After slapping a protective talisman onto his chest, the young wizard activated the Jia Ma Talisman hanging from his leg, transforming into a streak of light as he fled into the depths of Heavy Snow.
But that streak of light came to an abrupt halt after traveling barely a dozen meters. More than twenty monsters had been waiting calmly behind that wooden wall for the wizard to pass through. Chilling air and heavy shadows bore down on him like mountains, making it nearly impossible to breathe.
The protective talisman instantly blossomed into a conspicuous golden barrier.
Crack, crack.
He raised his gun, chambered a round, and aimed in one fluid motion.
The crisp clatter of alchemical components striking one another inside the spellgun sounded exceptionally clear amid the oppressive atmosphere. The clear glow stirred by the half-activated spell bullet shone through the barrel and gathered at the gun muzzle, like a dragon raising its head to breathe, drawing the attention of countless scarlet eyes across from him.
Zheng Qing had every reason to believe that this shot could blow apart the largest withered treant or Eyeless Tyrant on the other side. Precisely because of that, he did not fire immediately.
There was only one bullet in the chamber, while there were more than twenty monsters across from him. What he held was merely a Remington, not a Gatling gun.
While the spell bullet remained unfired, the aura it gave off could make those monsters wary and restrained. But